The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Mainly on the west bank of the Eisen River."

"Call the soldiers immediately and get ready to fight!"

Xiyoud strode out of the camp with the sword on his waist, and the commander followed the prince and filed out. Only Zelin stood alone in the camp, thinking about something thoughtfully.

Before the last general got out of the camp, Altariel walked in on his side.

"What's the matter?"

A strong horn sounded from the camp: "What happened?" she asked.

"Nothing." Zelin raised his head: "It's time for us to do something."

Chapter 2408 Infiltrating Isinger

In front of Isengard's gate, more than four thousand orcs gathered in the empty and gloomy square, holding standard machetes and shields. Flames are blazing in the furnace, and the half-beast artisans are endlessly crafting weapons and forging armor. The formed breastplates are piled up like a mountain. The thin half-orc slaves carry the armor to the designated location or help the strong orc to wear it. The metal-covered orcs followed their leaders with stiff steps.

"We are loyal to you."

Wearing a fur coat, a sturdy wild man with a disheveled hair stood in front of Saruman: "We are fighting for you."

"Swear." Saruman grabbed the armrest of the stone chair with both hands, staring viciously at the man covered with mud and clothes patches: "Blood oath! Swear blood!"

The savage leader drew out an obsidian dagger, grasping the blade with his thick hand. The dagger slid across the palm of his hand little by little, and blood flowed down the palm of the hand to the dagger and sleeves.

"I swear!" The wild man's face was distorted with anger: "We will die for Saruman!"

The savages holding torches and pitchforks gathered in Isinger's square, screaming jerky and slogans feverishly. There are so many torches that the square is illuminated like daylight in the dark.

A dam was built on the upper reaches of the Eisen River. The waterwheel was spinning day and night, and the red wrought iron was blown. The felled trees were piled up on the square and thrown into the blast furnace by slaves to extract iron ore.

Two half-orcs stood on the dam holding spears. In front of the temporary dam built with rocks, several orc slaves were carrying new rocks, trying to push the dam higher.

Suddenly, the body of an orc guard trembles suddenly, his eyes wide open, his body bends backward, and he wants to grab his back with his eyes wide open. But the body that had lost its balance could no longer stand. It fell forward and fell into the river below.

Puff--

"What's that?!"

A patrolling orc suddenly turned his head in the direction of the sound.

The next moment, it stared in surprise, and a dark blade pierced from behind its chest. It opened its mouth and wanted to sound a warning, but the attacker behind it did not intend to give him this opportunity.

The sword blade was pulled out, and the losing orc knelt to the ground. Then, the ebony blade swung out again. There was no flash of light in the night, and the sound of a heavy object fell on the dam with the sound of water, and then it was roared again. The sound of water covers up.

Zelin shook the blade and shed the blood on it.

At this time, he heard heavy footsteps from the scaffolding on the other side of the dam.

Two arrows flew past his face, and an orc slave just climbed up the wooden ladder and was shot in the head with an arrow. It fell backwards, and the stone it was carrying behind hit the wooden fence, hitting the orc slave who was carrying the stone behind.

As soon as the orc slave who was hit opened his mouth, the call in his throat was blocked by another arrow.

Zelin turned his head, and Altarel walked out of the shadows, with a new arrow on the bowstring: "Your sword is too slow."

"I will not ignore the safety of my allies when attacking the enemy." Zelin raised his left hand and shook the sleeve arrow fixed under his wrist: "Did you solve it on your side?"

"Seven orcs, solve them all."

"Very good." Zelin turned around and pointed to the distant square: "Look there, what can you see?"

"There are at least three hundred savages." Altariel walked to Zelin, and the two of them stood on the dam, looking at the Isinger Square in the distance.

The dam was built on the edge of the outer wall to the east of Isengard. The river originally went around an arc along the outer wall and merged into the plain directly in front of the gate. Now the dam has blocked the river, forming a barrier lake behind Zelin. There are several waterwheels in the valley below the dam, rotating under the action of the current, pulling the bellows under the blast furnace.

"He built an arsenal here." Altariel narrowed his eyes slightly. The trees in Isinger’s courtyard were cut down, and the bare ground was unobstructed in front of them: “There is a continuous smoke from the cracks in that deep pit, and the forge must be hidden in it.”

With the help of Griffins, Zelin and Altarel bypassed the main entrance, reached the **** east of Isengard, and followed the **** down to the dam. Altariel said that if the Griffon could fly higher, she could see the situation in Isengard clearly. But Zelin rejected the proposal and kept the Griffin flying at low altitude to avoid being spotted by Saruman.

In the dark, the birds serving for Saruman might fly back to report before Altarel aimed at them with a bow and arrow.

"Saruman is arming his half-orcs. He should know that without armor and weapons, relying solely on the orcs would not be the opponent of the Rohan cavalry." Zelin took a deep breath: "You see the savages there. Are they? They are savages, right?"

"The Dunlanders have invaded Rohan many times in history. They are the mortal enemies of Rohan." The elf ranger said lightly: "Saruman summoned them, no surprise."

"We have to find a way to get around his arsenal and destroy him. Maybe it can delay the pace of Saruman's invasion and restrain his attack on the mouth of the Eisen River." Zelin lowered his head and looked at the scaffolding under the dam. The dam was built in a hurry. Between the multiple scaffolds, there are two huge metal brackets leaning to support the stone wall facing the river: "What do you think of this place?"

As he said, the demon hunter stomped his feet.

"Do you want to tear it down?" Altarel raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were going to poison their food."

"Poisoned?"

"In Mordor, I used to solve a group of orcs by poisoning them. They like to drink a certain kind of liquor that is colored like blood. I can shoot poisoned arrows into the open barrel." The elf slightly raised his chin. , Looking to the northwest: "Look over there. If you can see it, there are many wine barrels. Saruman’s orcs may be preparing for a banquet. I can poison. If many soldiers suddenly lose their combat power, Sa Ruman will not attack rashly. Rohan cavalry far surpasses the half-orcs in combat effectiveness."

"Good idea, but it's too late now." Zelin took out a bomb and threw it at the elf. The ranger stretched out his hands and grabbed it: "Place these bombs on the scaffold nearby. I will show you the location. Don't think about poisoning. Yes, the spirits prepared before the war are very likely to be celebrated after the battle is over. We don’t have time to wait until the end. There are four bombs, placed on the scaffold on the left, and then we gather by the waterwheel below. . Remember to clean up the orcs you encounter, don’t draw attention...for now."

Chapter 2409: Arrows not shot

Bomb.

Elven rangers have seen the power of this kind of thing in Mordor.

She didn't like the things that the demon hunters took out. Those flames and poisonous fog were like the flames that Saruman was burning in the forest. They would only create choking smoke and make the ground not grow.

But she also understands that sometimes what is needed to deal with the enemy is such a special means. However, she has reminded herself in her heart more than once to pay attention to the limits of this practice.

Altariel couldn't imagine what terrible results would be if the souls of her and Celebrity succeeded on the Evil Black Pagoda.

With his newborn fingers moving, the elf ranger walked past the fallen orc slave's corpse, pulled out the arrow inserted in the corpse's throat, threw down the blood on the arrow, and put it back into the quiver behind him.

Strange magic, she thought that she might miss the bow and arrow in this life, or could not continue to fight as a ranger, and could only be a disabled person, living with scars and doing nothing. But now, if it were not for the memory in her mind, no one would believe that not long ago, only a thumb was left in her hand.

There is a brazier in the house next to the waterwheel, and the wooden door is open to the outside, and the fire is spread out to outline the outline of the door frame. The water flowed downwards, weakly scouring the outer wall of Isengard fortress, and then was forced to divert to the south. There are still moss and water weeds on the nearby rocks. The smooth scouring of the rocks proves that not long ago, this was a magnificent waterfall, not this tiny stream.

Altariel looked around, and the only noise around was the friction of the wooden shaft when the waterwheel was spinning. She stopped and pressed the short knife around her waist with one hand.

"I thought you would be faster."

Zelin's voice came from behind the rock on the side, and the demon hunter walked out and patted his palms at the same time: "It's all done?"

"What are you doing?"

"Hide the corpse." Ze Lin pointed to the rock behind his lower body: "Hide all of them."

"What's the point of this?" The elf ranger's face sank: "Are you going to attract the attention of the enemy here? Now that you attract attention, what is the role of hiding the corpse?"

"Unknown, Altariel, if the enemy knows that it is an enemy who will kill their comrades with swords and daggers, and then hide. They will only feel angry." Zelin said, walking towards the waterwheel: "But If they come here and find that there is nothing, they will feel terrified, because they don’t know what killed the orcs here, or why they all disappeared. At this time, they will have doubts in their hearts. And guessing, with just a little guidance, you can create more chaos."